Lucy Kelly

by HeVans to Becky

  This was an old debate between the three of them and had become a topic often used to tease. However, this situation was not lighthearted; Ari and Kai didn’t know what to do.

  Instead of talking, they decided to go back to making love. They’d leave the philosophical discussions for another time. Sarah didn’t have any objections.

  Chapter Twenty

  When Becky awoke, she was disoriented. She felt really good, which somehow seemed wrong because she hadn’t felt this relaxed, warm, and without pain in a very long time. She considered opening her eyes, but decided she was most likely dreaming about Ishme and Nyal again. Thinking about them, and having a determination to return to them, was what kept her strong and had allowed her to endure through her captivity - her ten days of hell.

  After a while, the mounting pleasure of the hands rhythmically stroking her body penetrated deeply enough for her to understand that it was real and that she was awake.

  Ishme and Nyal had been put in stasis just before their wings burst, in order for them to wait for Becky. After Becky had been brought on board the Far Star Station and was about to be brought out of stasis, they were also released from stasis, they could help her complete her healing.

  It had been difficult for Addie to complete the soul healing that Becky needed. When she was assured that it would be a mental drain only and not physically harm her babies, Addie insisted on giving this gift to Becky.

  Addie thought of Becky as another sister. She felt that for the sacrifices Becky had been willing to make, she deserved to be whole and happy.

  Ishme and Nyal were grateful for the Queen’s gifts. They understood that Becky would feel the healing touch of the Queen’s power all her life, as would her children.

  When Rapha pronounced Becky fully healed, Ishme and Nyal carried her to the Gazebo in the ship’s Arboretum. They put her on the bed, lay down beside her, and began to prepare for their wings to burst forth.

  They had placed an absorbent cloth down on the bed and covered Becky in heated linens. After warming two small amphorae of pleasure oil, they took off the linens and began the Kuan Haddis, a ritual pleasure massage.

  They were on either side of her body, moving their hands in mirror images, specific motions designed to relax, arouse and bring repeated increasingly powerful climaxes.

  When they started, she was still unconscious but that didn’t matter; they enjoyed touching her skin again after being so long without her.

  “She has grown so thin,” said Ishme.

  “You will cook all her favorite foods and she will regain the weight she lost,” answered Nyal. “She needed this, her skin is parched.”

  “It will become smooth again, but she is still dehydrated,” answered Ishme.

  Neither man looked at the other as they spoke in soft voices, so intent on the movement of their hands over her limbs.

  “She must not continue this dangerous work for her government,” said Ishme.

  “I also do not wish further harm to come to her. She must have had a great desire to serve her country to do these jobs. Can we ask her to cease, just for our own peace of mind?” asked Nyal.

  “How can we not?” answered Ishme, as they moved down to her feet.

  For the next few minutes, all was quiet as they continued. The pressure points on the soles of her feet increased her arousal; her skin began to heat, turning a rosy pink.

  They saw that she was starting to awaken but was not yet fully conscious. Her first gentle orgasm rolled through her, but her breathing still signified light sleep.

  When they had finished with her back and turned her over, she opened her eyes and smiled.

  “I know this is a dream. However, I want to say, it’s a good one. I love you guys so much,” she said and closed her eyes again.

  “This is not a dream, Becky,” said Ishme. “And I love you, also.”

  “I, too, love you, Becky. You carry my heart,” said Nyal.

  “Hmm - you never spoke to me in my other dreams. And - Ooh…” she moaned, as her breath began to hitch and the front of her body became flushed. She never realized her breasts could become this sensitive.

  “If you keep this up, I’m going to be wrung out. And I really want to make love to you,” she said.

  “Our wings are about to erupt, then we will stop. You will watch us fly, will you not, Becky?” asked Nyal, as they sent her over another peak with tweaks of her nipples.

  “Why are my breasts… hmm… so sensitive?” she asked, when she got her breath back.

  They sent her over again before Ishme answered.

  “Our skin has begun to open. We are releasing a chemical, which increases your arousal. In addition, we are using specially crafted pleasure oil on your skin, which increases the pleasure you receive from each stroke. Every pulse point becomes an erogenous zone and the places where you normally experience pleasure are magnified tenfold.”

  “Oh! Ooh…that….explains….” she could no longer speak.

  Their hands had reached her core and she began to ride a wave of multiple orgasms increasing in strength until it was almost painful. She pumped her hips and thrashed her arms and head as the incredible sensations went on and on until she screamed out her release and collapsed.

  At her final release, Ishme and Nyal’s wings erupted from their backs. They stopped massaging long enough to lean over and make love to her with lip and tongue.

  Becky was surprised she didn’t pass out. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Every inch of her skin was sensitized and even now, her body was feeling the aftershocks. She could feel the proof of her arousal flowing between her legs.

  “Your wings are beautiful. Are you going to fly now?” she asked.

  “Soon, they have to dry a little first,” said Ishme, as he and Nyal flexed their wings back and forth. With each beat, she needed them more and more.

  “Guys, would you do something for me?” she asked.

  “We would do anything for you,” said Nyal.

  “Then let me up a minute.” She waited until they sat back on their heels, hands on their knees.

  “I want to apologize to you both for allowing my insecurities to overcome my good sense. I know we’re meant to be together. I know I’ll never love anyone else the way I love you both. Will you forgive me?” she asked.

  “We never blamed you,” said Nyal.

  “We felt we had pushed you too much, too soon. Will you forgive us?” asked Ishme.

  “There is nothing to forgive, my loves,” she said with a smile, “so long as you understand that I’ll never be a great cook and I’m very messy and hate cleaning.”

  “We already knew those things and loved you anyway,” said Nyal, with a grin. “We had already decided that Ishme would do the cooking and the cleaning and I would take care of the outdoors.”

  “What’s left for me? I quit my job with the government,” she said.

  “You did? Oh, Becky, you have made us so happy. We wanted to ask but did not want to make you choose between us and your country,” they said together.

  They wanted to lie down and cuddle next to her but they didn’t want to crush their drying wings. They took her hands and slowly began massaging her fingers and palms. They needed to touch her.

  “I found out they knew about Sarah from the time before her mom was killed. Even then, I could make new IDs for people. I might have been able to help,” she said.

  “You’ve been working for the government since you were a child?” asked Ishme. “I can’t believe they took advantage of an innocent child.”

  “I was never an innocent child. The way I was raised proved that, Ishme,” said Becky.

  “We have learned of this foster program you were raised in. Why do we not become foster parents? We would be good ones, and the house is big enough,” said Ishme and Nyal nodded.

  “I’m afraid that in our culture, most women don’t have two husbands. In fact, a lot of people will think we’re evil and behave in an immoral fashion. They
might shout bad words at us and refuse to do business with us. Or reject our friendship,” she said.

  “Your culture constantly amazes me, Becky,” said Ishme. “Many believe their way is the only way and that any other is wrong. I don’t understand why everything must be the same. This is not the way of nature and no two things are the same in nature.”

  “Says the identical twin man to the identical twin woman,” giggled Becky.

  “And yet we are not identical, any more than you are with Sarah,” said Nyal.

  “Well, if you really want to be foster parents, then I’ll hack into the system and plant all the necessary evaluations,” said Becky, “but for now, I want to stop talking and make love. Are your wings ready to fly?”

  “Yes, we’re ready. It’s difficult leaving you, even for that short period of time.

  “Will you watch?” they asked formally.

  “That’s what I’m here for, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. For Nephilim, watching you fly and then Joining with you is like a marriage ceremony on Earth, right?” she asked.

  “Yes, it is. In ancient times, we flew to attract mates. Now we fly to show how our love soars for you,” said Ishme.

  “Well, I want to marry you both and live with you the rest of my life, so let’s get this show on the road,” she said, holding up her hands.

  “Be careful, between the massage oils and whatever pheromones the wings are pushing at me - I’m on a hair trigger here.”

  It was no use warning them, as soon as they touched her, small climaxes rolled through her body as fluids dampened her thighs anew.

  “Fly and come back to me. I need you inside me, now,” she said with a gasp.

  They carried her from the Gazebo to a grassy area. Even the soft and textured feeling of the grass beneath her set off tremors. She clutched handfuls of the variegated green and yellow striped grass and rode the wave of a stronger orgasm, as each of the men kissed her before leaping into the air.

  Wheeling above her, diving and turning - it was so beautiful, she wished she could do that, too. She wasn’t aware that, as she watched, her back was arching and reaching. Her hips were rocking and thighs were clenching, waiting to be filled again.

  Finally, the waiting was over. They glided back, landing one by one beside her. Nyal stepped between her legs, crouched, bent, and lifting her entire lower body, impaled her in one long stroke.

  She mewled and cried out as another peak blasted through her and she arched her back up even more with only her head and shoulders still on the ground.

  Ishme clasped her under the shoulders as Nyal stood, bringing up her torso, kissing her neck and shoulders until she was between them.

  She was so small, in comparison to them, that Ishme easily supported her head and body. Nyal, his large hands covering her hips and buttocks, squeezed her as he thrust in and out, immediately bringing her to peak and then another and another.

  As her body went lax, she smiled, “More - give me more of your love. Let me give you more of mine.”

  She brought her legs up around his waist from where they had fallen to his hips. Nyal held her to him as he walked back to the Gazebo, each step causing him to drive deep and hit a different tender inner spot.

  He sat on the end of the platform bed, and loosening her legs, he let himself fall back, taking her with him. Ishme then stepped up between their legs and swiftly entered her vagina alongside Nyal. This double vaginal penetration would not have been possible without the stretching preparation of the Kuan Haddis, combined with the pleasure lotion.

  Holding her locked between them, Ishme and Nyal synchronized and they thrust as one. She felt so full. They touched every part of her. All her sensitive tissues were constantly stroked and caressed.

  Not wanting to remain passive, she reached forward with one hand to stroke Nyal’s chest as she reached back with the other to grasp Ishme’s hip. She wanted to touch and be as connected to them as she possibly could. Arching her back and canting her hips for deeper penetration, she tilted her head back.

  “Kiss me,” she groaned out and sucked Ishme’s tongue deep into her mouth. He began thrusting, his tongue in rhythm with his hips.

  Nyal reached for the amphora and poured out an additional dollop of the pleasure lotion. He could feel a tingling in his palms. At first, he put his hands on her breasts and she immediately experienced another peak rolling through her. She gathered up some of the lotion in her own hand and rubbed it into his nipples.

  Breaking off from their kiss, she brought both hands forward and braced herself on Nyal’s shoulders. Nyal sent one hand wandering down to her clit. The air was filled with the sounds of their moans and shouts, as they each, in turn, experienced peak after peak, Ishme and Nyal groaning their way through their own pleasure while they held back their seed.

  After a time the speed of their movements became frantic and Becky could no longer hold on. As she slipped forward, Nyal pulled her to his chest, one arm around her waist and the other under her arm, holding her neck. He met her lips with his own and thrust his tongue in to meet and taste her.

  Ishme hooked her legs over his arms as he bent over her back, spreading her wider. The speed of their thrusts increased again. Nyal lifted his knees with each upward pump to get as deep inside her as he could.

  It was too much. Her body began to shake as the peaks kept coming so close together the next began before the last one ended. Once again, she pulled her face away from a kiss to scream out her release. She was having trouble staying conscious; she was being overpowered and involuntarily let out a constant keening of sound.

  Finally, they all reached the final peak - an explosion of such power that, as they erupted inside her, she felt the connection deep in her soul.

  Ishme collapsed against her just for a moment before pushing himself up on arms that felt like rubber. He lifted her, pulling her up and away, disconnecting her from them. She let out a small protest at the loss of their touch.

  Nyal crawled up the bed and Ishme laid her in his arms and then lay himself down beside them. Their breathing began to quiet and even out. They slept, wrapped together in a tangle of limbs, as their seed took root in her womb, wrapped in a golden light.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Becky woke up with a smile on her face and - a little confused.

  Why am I not feeling pain? Am I on drugs? Is this a dream again? Where am I, exactly? Did I die?

  At that last thought, she sat up straight in the bed, “No!”

  Ishme and Nyal came awake, scrambling to see where the danger was. Clutching Becky to him, Ishme asked, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

  “Am I dreaming? Are you real? I thought I was dead. Where are we? I was home and then I had the best dream, you were flying and then we made love,” she babbled, looking around.

  “We did fly and we did make love,” said Nyal in a calming tone.

  “What happened? How did I get here?” she asked, not recognizing anything around her. They appeared to be in a structure in the middle of a large garden. None of the plants looked familiar to her.

  “You collapsed again,” Ishme started.

  He went on to tell her how Cassie had a vision at the event but it was too late to contact her and tell her of the coming danger, but she was already gone. How they had to return to the ship because their wings were about to erupt and they could not remain on Earth, waiting for Becky, with their wings in view.

  They left out that Nestor decided to put them in stasis while they waited to see if she would be rescued. They had become despondent with worry.

  “…So Markus brought you here to be healed,” Ishme concluded.

  “I’m not in pain anymore. But why don’t I feel like I need months of therapy and mood-altering drugs?” she asked.

  “You required soul healing,” said Nyal. “Queen Aditya healed your soul, allowing you to push the negative far enough away that you would not be held back by it. The memories will not prey on you. They have faded, s
o you can move on with your life.”

  Becky leaned forward and picked up the sheet. Wrapping it around herself, she turned to sit cross-legged, facing Ishme and Nyal.

  “Is she okay - and the babies? She shouldn’t risk herself like that!” she said, settling herself down.

  “You can chastise her yourself. The probe came back two days ago, and much has happened,” said Nyal.

  “The probe is back? What day is it?” she asked.

  “We are on Far Star Station, but on Earth, it is December twenty-first,” said Ishme, putting a hand on her knee.

  “I know I got home on Thanksgiving. What happened since then?”

  “As we told you, Markus waited in your home. Earth is on the far side of the sun from where it was when we arrived. He put you in stasis for the eleven days it took just to get to the Station, doing what healing he could on the way,” answered Ishme.

  “Then he had to go right back because he promised Tammy he would be back for Christmas to be with her and the children,” Nyal added.

  “Whoa! Markus and Tammy - I know they were sitting together at dinner.

  “What happened with Sarah and the guys?” Becky asked.

  “After you - left - Sarah volunteered to step in and take control of the HeVan’s Gate Project in Wisconsin,” answered Ishme.

  “You don’t know this,” Ishme continued, “but she gave herself a false background. Her father had died and her mother married an abuser. Her stepfather killed her mother and then killed himself when she was in school one day.”

  Becky immediately began to tear up.

  “And there I was, thinking she had the perfect life and I had the tough one. I was such an idiot!” she said, shaking her head from side to side.

  She realized she felt hair hitting her face and shoulders. She put her hands up and felt her head.

  “What…?” she pulled it forward. “How did my hair grow – like - six inches in what - six weeks?”

  “Your healing was accelerated,” explained Nyal.

  Ishme looked around him. “Our wings came off while we slept; we need to run a suturing wand over our backs…”